“Lu Lu, Fu Yuan!”

suddenly.

A figure came straight through the ground.

I saw.

The young man had his hair tied up and his face was as handsome as jade.

Full of vigor and vitality.

Wearing the dark robe of the Qin Dynasty.

Holding the Qin King’s sword, Lu Lu.

Has entered the realm of immortals.

And a sword was swung down.

The righteous energy is as high as a rainbow.

It actually forced the black arrow to stop temporarily.

“Young man, please step back. Leave this to me. Don’t die in vain.”

The boy looked to be no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, at the age of dancing elephants.

But his words are mature.

But the next second.

The boy looked back.

The whole person seemed to be frozen in place.

His eyes were wide open with disbelief and his mouth was slightly open.

Trembling and towering.

“elder brother?”

The boy was confused.

Blinking repeatedly.

I was puzzled.

Why does this person in front of me look so much like my brother?

Regardless of the majestic temperament of the emperor.

Or appearance.

But the appearance is slightly different.

He looks like the young man I met in Duyi that year, and also resembles my brother the king in the deep palace.

“who are you?”

Ying Lou, with his feet on the thunder, stared intently.

Although he had no impression of the young man in front of him, he could tell that he had no hostility.

“I am the Lord of Chang’an, the younger brother of the King of Qin, Cheng Jiao. May I ask who you are, brother?”

“Ying Lou!”

As soon as these words came out.

Cheng Jiao was stunned where he stood.

He was very familiar with this name.

At that time, Cheng Jiao’s corpse was reincarnated into an immortal and buried in a golden nanmu coffin. He was then pierced through the head by the Qin King’s sword, Lu Lu, and finally buried in Yuetan Mountain.

It was not until more than a hundred years ago that he emerged from the ground as an immortal.

It took another sixty-six years to recover his memory, and another sixty-six years to comprehend the great truth and restore his body.

It has become what it is today.

During this period, Cheng Jiao learned everything that Ying Lou had done through folk books.

Sweep across the six kingdoms and unify the Central Plains.

Called “The First Emperor”.

On the top of Mount Tai, he issued a manifesto to attack the sky.

Build the Great Wall, dig a river for drinking water, build the Terracotta Warriors
And so on.

Although the First Emperor is widely regarded as a tyrant among the people.

But Cheng Jiao knew that his brother was definitely not that kind of person.

“Ying Lou, the Great Qin Shi Huang, Ying Lou, you, are you really my brother?”

Cheng Xi asked.

But just then.

The black arrow in the distance has dispersed Cheng Jiao’s sword energy.

Heading straight towards the two of them.

Cheng Jiao knew that now was not the time to reminisce about the past, and the man in front of him who looked so much like his brother seemed a little strange.

“The world is in the air.”

The Qin King’s sword in his hand swept out and slashed, like thousands of troops galloping forward.

But unfortunately, this attack that could cut off the sun and the moon was ultimately no match for the extremely domineering black arrow.

Cheng Jiao was seen flying backwards and piercing through the mountain behind him.

He also vomited blood from his mouth and his meridians were broken.

Although there were no fatal injuries, he was temporarily unable to move.

The rolling stone fell to the ground, stirring up dust hundreds of feet high.

However, Ying Lou was unable to dodge and was hit by the arrow, with half of his body shattered.

In an instant.

All I saw was Ying Lou’s brain matter splattered everywhere.

A palm-sized yellow paper talisman kept flashing brightly.

“So it was you who did this!”

A deep voice came from the surrounding pieces of meat.

He grabbed the talisman in his hand.

Burn it to ashes with thunder.

The broken body is gradually reshaped.

Ying Lou remembered.

I remember everything.

Twenty years after Taohuayuan, the Battle of Hangu Pass.

Destroy Qi and Han.
Sweeping across the six kingdoms.

Unify the Central Plains.

Fight alone against the Jade Emperor Lingxiao.

Stop the universe from collapsing.

Cut flesh and break bones to rebuild the world.

In the end, the Immortal Peach Fruit, which was transformed by Xiao Luoyang’s life, prolonged his life.

this moment.

The First Emperor Ying Lou, who once led the Qin cavalry and ruled the world.

Finally came back.

“Humph, a mere barbarian land is worthy of using the Tyrant Crossbow of my Great Qin!”

Ying Lou snorted coldly.

His eyes were indifferent.

Extend your right hand out to your side.

He actually grabbed the black arrow that was dozens of meters long in his hand.

The tremendous power of the arrow.

The debate continues.

The trembling arrow tried to shatter every inch of Ying Lou’s bones.

Although there was some resistance.

But in the end, he surrendered obediently.

“How dare you, a lowly barbarian, invade the territory of the Great Qin!”

Ying Lou said calmly.

Then all I saw was dark clouds covering the sky.

The thunder is as dense as the stars in the night sky.

The roar sounded like a dragon emerging from the abyss.

Ten thousand thunders fell.

Ying Lou endowed the black arrow with the power of thunder.

“break!”

In full view of everyone below.

Ying Lou twisted his body and threw the arrow along the same path without moving.

In an instant.

The arrow wrapped in lightning fell to the ground like a meteor and headed straight towards the Jin army camp.

The loud rumbling sound shook the heaven and earth.

North bank of Huai River.

Jin army camp.

A pit a hundred feet deep was blown out.

Thunder raged.

A raging fire shot up into the sky and instantly engulfed the tent.

Millions of Jin soldiers died before they could even react.

Screams rose one after another, echoing through the sky.

The broken limbs and arms were flying all over the sky in the flames, which was a shocking sight.

Black smoke filled the air.

Miserable.

The Jin Dynasty’s elite Iron Pagodas, whose thick iron armor could usually withstand the swords of the Central Plains, now turned into a furnace.

Three hundred thousand Iron Pagodas were burned alive and turned into boiling meat liquid.

Of the twenty generals of the Jin Dynasty, sixteen died.

Eighty percent of the thirty-five shamans were killed or injured.

Even if the Jin Dynasty’s main general Aguda used a critical mass of one million soldiers to resist.

But the lightning still pierced his body with 90,000 charred holes.

Even the Shaman High Priest, who was second only to the emperor, had one eye gouged out. But for the Jin Kingdom, their honorable Emperor Wanyan Xiangyang was lucky enough to escape.

The price was that thousands of personal soldiers were killed, without a single one left alive.

“This, how is this possible?”

Looking at the hell on earth before him, the high priest panicked.

The usually steady old face now looked as if dumbfounded.

“How could there be such a powerful person in the Central Plains? This is absolutely impossible. Could it be that what that Qin kid said was true? Is he really not dead, and has come back?”

For an instant.

The high priest broke out in a cold sweat.

He remembered what that man had said when he used the magic weapon to seal the Qin State in the north more than a hundred years ago.

“Impossible. He has been dead for more than a thousand years. How could he still be alive?”

“This is impossible. This is impossible.”

The high priest covered his head, lowered his head and muttered to himself, his voice becoming smaller and smaller.

This time, Ying Lou relied on his own strength to easily destroy more than half of the Jin army.

This resulted in the Jin Kingdom’s plan to move south completely failing.

They had no choice but to retreat back to the capital of Daxing and occupy the north.

But even in such a tragic situation.

More than ten days later.

When this news reached the southern Song State.

In Lin’an city.

The emperor and his ministers were extremely worried.

The young emperor paced back and forth in front of the dragon throne, feeling anxious.

“Your Majesty, although the Jin army suffered heavy losses, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Its foundation is still there, and its national strength remains. Although they have retreated to the capital Daxing this time, there is no guarantee that they will come back again.”

“The people of our Song Dynasty are now well-fed and well-clothed, and every household is grateful to your majesty for his might. Your majesty, please do not act on impulse and destroy this century-old foundation!”

The young emperor was well-read in classics, history, and literature.

Although he once had the ambition to restore the backbone of the Central Plains, he was naive, cowardly and had no independent opinion.

Just a few words from these ministers shook his desire to march north and restore the glory of the Central Plains.

“According to your opinion, what should I do?”

The little emperor stopped, looked hesitant, and asked anxiously.

Prime Minister Qin Hui’s eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, and he quickly spoke.

“Your Majesty, in my opinion, why don’t we take the initiative to pay tribute to the Kingdom of Jin, offer gold, silver, treasures, silk and porcelain, and even send 100,000 young men to show the Kingdom of Jin that our Great Song has no intention of sending troops, to show our loyalty.”

“In this way, the Kingdom of Jin may be able to remember the sincerity of our Great Song and stop sending troops to invade our borders, so as to ensure the peace and prosperity of the people of our Great Song.”

Qin Hui’s idea was simple.

With a little management, half of the money offered as offerings could flow into his own pocket.

If I can just hold off for a few more decades, the lifespan of this mortal body will come to an end.

When.

What does the life and death of the Central Plains and the people have to do with him?

It is enough to be able to enjoy a life of luxury.

Why would you want to be infamous for eternity? How could you give up even the gold for such a trivial matter?

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the court.

“Your Majesty, absolutely not! This Jin dog has always been eyeing us with greedy ambitions. They have suffered heavy losses this time. It is a great opportunity for our Song Dynasty to march north, recover lost territory, and unify the Central Plains!”

“Paying tribute in exchange for peace is like cutting off one’s own back, which makes everyone in the Song Dynasty feel cold and disappointed!”

Several loyal and patriotic ministers could not hold back and stepped forward to oppose.

“You bunch of traitors, are you trying to destroy the Song Dynasty?”

“Although the Jin Kingdom has been badly damaged, their cavalry is still brave and good at fighting. If we rashly send troops and anger the Jin Kingdom, they will surely come out in full force. Do you want to make more people displaced and their families destroyed?”

“Your Majesty, if the Jin Kingdom invades Lin’an, you will be the king of the ruined country!”

Qin Hui’s followers stepped forward and scolded him.

For a while.

I heard a lot of noisy noises.

The little emperor felt like his head was about to explode.

In desperation, he could only look towards the national teacher whom he trusted the most.

He was above the ministers and below the emperor.

Pink Taoist robe and embroidered red shoes.

The hair is slightly curled and tied up.

Inserted with a jade hairpin.

Hold the whisk in the right hand and make hand gestures with the left hand.

Close your eyes and remain silent.

The wrinkled old face seems calm and composed.

But her red lips trembled slightly.

I was actually very panicked inside.

Zhao Guizhen hasn’t had a good night’s sleep for more than ten days.

And he was much more panicked than the little emperor.

Because more than ten days ago.

He suddenly discovered that the talisman he had left in Ying Lou’s brain, which prevented him from recovering all his memories, was gone!
“Damn it, I am so stupid that I actually thought that guy could be controlled by a broken talisman!”

“Alas, if I had known earlier, I would not have participated in this mess. The Jin Kingdom was destroyed. At most, I could go to the Great Jin Kingdom and get a position. Even if I can’t be the Imperial Master, at least I can eat well, drink well, and play with women.”

After Laojun’s Bagua furnace exploded that year.

This guy Zhao Guizhen, by chance, comprehended the great Dao and became an immortal in one step.

Lived until now.

And in the meantime.

Not only did he serve as the imperial teacher in the late Han Dynasty.

He also became the state teacher of Jin State.

And the national teacher of many other small local regimes.

Until the Jin soldiers marched south.

After unifying the north.

Only then did Zhao Guizhen escape to the south.

Relying on his sage-like appearance and extraordinary skills and means, he has risen to the position of the national teacher of Song State.

And more than a month ago.

The news that the Jin soldiers were about to march south kept him awake all night.

After all, the barbarians are not like the people in the Central Plains, they have their own religious beliefs and sects.

I thought the good days were coming to an end.

But who knew that the Qin Emperor’s Mausoleum suddenly fell from the sky.

So Zhao Guizhen relied on his experience of making clay figures in the underground palace.

He entered the underground palace with ease, opened the stone that separated the world, and found the sleeping Ying Lou.

Relying on his natal talisman, he planned to control Ying Lou’s memory and make him destroy Jin’s plan of moving south.

But who knows.

A dozen days ago.

The talisman was suddenly destroyed.

It disrupted all of Zhao Guizhen’s plans.

he knows.

The Central Plains will soon be unified.

What about Jin, Japan, and Manchuria?
These barbarians won’t be able to survive for long.

The most important thing he should do now is to figure out how to survive a few hundred more years under the tyranny of Ying Lou.

“National Master, National Master”

The shouts of the little emperor and Qin Hui.

This brought Zhao Guizhen, who was in confusion, back to his senses.

“Master Zhao, do you think my suggestion is a wise one?”

Looking at Qin Hui blinking at him continuously.

At this moment, Zhao Guizhen just wanted to tear into pieces this guy who always gave him money and women.

You know, if this kind of person were placed in the former Qin Dynasty.

Ying Lou estimated that he could turn his entire clan into ashes.

“Ahem, ahem, Your Majesty, I think the Prime Minister is right.”

“The Kingdom of Jin is full of talented people. Even if there were a hundred of us, we would not be a match for the Emperor of Jin and the High Priest. In my opinion, the Prime Minister is extremely intelligent and is a close minister to Your Majesty. It would be better to give this matter to Prime Minister Qin!”

“By the way, I caught a slight cold a few days ago, and I may need to rest for a few days, no, a few months, or even a few years. Anyway, I will not be able to participate in court affairs for a long time. Your Majesty, please allow me to go home and recuperate.”

Since it is only a matter of time before Ying Lou destroys Lin’an, it is better to push someone out to take the blame first.

And Qin Hui is the best candidate for Zhao Guizhen.

“Your Majesty, since the Imperial Master has said so, please let me handle the peace talks. I promise you that I will never allow the Kingdom of Jin to think of moving south again.”

Qin Hui fantasized happily.

How to empty the Song Dynasty’s treasury and then pocket half of it.

But little did he know that he had already been pushed to the execution platform by Zhao Guizhen.

“Ah~”

“Ok.”

The backboneless little emperor said this when he saw the two people he trusted most.

He no longer paid attention to the other people’s words about the Northern Expedition.

The meeting is over.

Qin Hui took the initiative to come to Zhao Guizhen.

His followers, on the other hand, separated the two men from the other ministers.

It is not uncommon for these two to work together.

The rest of the loyal ministers and generals didn’t care either.

He just spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the spot.

Then he also greeted their mothers.

I sighed about the future of Song. (End of this chapter)